Something new
Frosty fleece
I’ve been experimenting with different blog themes lately, getting tired of the same old thing. But it seems like I keep ending up back at the same version I originally started with (revised and updated, but essentially the same layout). I’m not sure what this says about me. I could pick that one apart for a while, but will spare us both. Suffice it to say, I like a clean, easy to read blog, not too austere but not too cluttered looking either. I like a font I can read, with enough density and size that it doesn’t require a trip to the eye doctor to be able to read a post. Some of the theme fonts would need a 200 zoom to read easily, others look like they’re ready to fade away. One them I liked had a font that was a little too large, which was disappointing.
I also like to be able to customize a bit. A little photo header and background that I can change as the need or whim arises. Nothing too crazy, yet… I can’t tell you how 
many themes I looked at, nor for how long. I’ve spent a crazy amount of time perusing, previewing, reading theme details, liking one part but disliking another. After a brief stint recently with an industrial-looking theme, I came back to this one, the updated version of the one I’ve used pretty much since starting this blog in 2009. And for now I’m going to stick with it [maybe; I just noticed that once posted, all the photos are washed out a notch, until you run your cursor over them…aaargh!]. And instead of perusing the themes for hours after I log in, I’m going to write a blog post. What a concept!
On the farm front, Colin the ram went home this past weekend. He stayed with us for 35 days, more than enough time to take care of business with the girls. Ewes cycle every 17 days, so if for some reason he didn’t make it on the first go around he had another chance to find the right rock to stand on. The past week or so before he left everyone seemed more settled than they had been. He was more relaxed and the girls just seemed calmer somehow. I find that they get a little skittery in the fall, as they cycle. Less friendly,
Minnie looking for chin scritches; she hasn’t been this friendly since she was a lamb.
more wary and not as relaxed about every day things. It’s very subtle, and in the past week or so, the changes I’m seeing are just as subtle. Oh, Cinnamon and Nona would still rather go through a fence than let me get within 30 feet of them, but even they seem a little more settled somehow. I’m holding this up as a good sign they’re all percolating.
Colin rode in my car like a champ. He was a little reluctant to get in the car, but that’s yet another reason to love his small size. I have 100 pounds on him and lifted his
Colin rode better than any of my dogs ride. A nice calm little guy.
front legs and placed them in the car, then picked up his back end and pushed him in (Daisy was beside herself, inside the house at the front window–she has such a thing for Colin). After a minute or so he settled down for the ride and didn’t even get up when I stopped to get gas, preferring to munch on hay while I filled the car. When we got to Sally’s he didn’t want to get out! He’s a nice little guy I’ll kind of miss having around.
Not that this eloquence even needs a caption, but really, it’s just Daisy hoping Blackcap will run, and Blackcap cursing Daisy and all her ancestors. Let the games begin.
Mo Bloggin' 
LOL I could totally see Daisy turning herself inside out over Colin. I love that she is such a twinsie to my beloved Shy. Every time you post about her, especially that picture of the cat I know my wild girlie lives on in all the other hardcore wild rottie bitches of this world that will drive them selves deep into your heart before you even realize it as you are busy cursing them for pulling out your shoulder, terrorizing the small children with there over enthusiastic love, and being way to smart for traditional obedience. Then one day they are your soul mate, the one that makes you get another female dog even though you said no more GIRLS!. Yes they do that those wild girls.
Smooch your Daisy for me (if you can do it with out getting a fat lip hee hee)
You’ve got it exactly right, Bliss! I swear I spend as much time hollering at her as I do speaking to her normally (I know you’re not supposed to use their name as a reprimand, but “Daisy NO!” is pretty much the only way she’ll stop whatever trajectory she’s on…if I’m lucky and she can still “hear” me). She’s cementing herself in my heart even as she turns my hair gray. My previous two girls were both of the sweet and easy variety (yes, this does happen in Rottweilers) though both were with big personality males, too. My first Rottweiler was a bitch and remains the standard for me, and the reason the word bitch is now a compliment in my house. She set the bar really high, even as she redefined that word for me. Love my girls, but the boys are sooooo much easier!
ps I to have spent WAY to many hours going through themes to only come back to my original one.
It’s so weird, isn’t it? There are so many cute themes, too, but I guess I got used to a look/feel for this blog and can’t get around it. Next blog I’ll try something completely new and different. Maybe. 😉
Great pictures, I really enjoyed this post.